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Naughty Boy?

When I need new bulbs or flowers shrubs or bushes I go to my Gardeners place he has practically everything that one could possibly want. The Gardener has three or four small children, young and very temperamental. I always made it a point of greeting the kids before I got down to the business in hand.

I always take my time walking around the different beds of flowers etcetera much time I spend by the rose plants. The sweet smells have often tempted me into buying a rose plant with my other goods.

One day one of the gardener’s sons caught my eye; from somewhere he had gotten himself a stick. With this stick he walked along the different beds of flowers shrubs and other plants and hit the plants. As he passed me I caught his arm and said to him, “Listen.” He turned his head this way and that but could hear nothing. Looking at me a little perplexed he asked me why he should listen he could hear nothing.

I told him that my ears were very good and I could hear all that the plants trees shrubs and flowers are saying. If he did not frighten and hurt the flowers bushes and trees by hitting them with his big stick he too would one day be able to hear what the plants are saying. He asked me to tell him what the flowers were saying about him. I looked very Ernst into his blue eyes and told him that nearly all of the plants and flowers and even the trees were afraid of him and called him a bully. All had at one time or another been hit with anything that he could lay his hands on. The piece of rubber hose from the old hosepipe for watering the flowers he had often used that to take a swipe at some poor bush or flower. Those pieces of turf used for laying a lawn they too hurt the flowers when you throw them at the plants.

The boy looked long at me with his innocent blue eyes then he breathlessly asked me what are they saying about me now. I pretended to listen and gave him this answer, we hope that this man talks to him for a long time so that we can grow strong and be pretty for planting in those gardens that we have heard so much about. The boy walked away from me and I gave the matter no more thought in fact I hoped that he would stop his silly attacks on the flowers and other plants.

I paid for bulbs and went to leave the Gardening centre when I swear I heard a thousand or more voices saying, Thank you perhaps he will leave us in peace in the future, Thank you.